His most recent acquisition had been a sniveling frightened girl. She tried, but she was terribly dull and had trouble with the most simple of requests. She was no fun to torture, if He even looked at her sideways she burst into tears and if He hurt her, she just went blank and made no noise, and went limp. She didn't even struggle. One day after a particularly difficult correction, she looked up at him with those blank eyes and said in a distant staring voice, "Kill me." Of course it was the right thing to do, and He couldn't resist.
So now he stood, watching His forest. He decided to take a trip. His area boasted no looks, no intelligence, no women who suited His unique needs. No more humans. Too quickly did they become babbling zombies, useless and boring. What He really wanted- no needed- was a challenge to work on, and that would require a creature with a much higher pain threshold. In layman's terms, He needed a werewolf. It didn't hurt that werewolves were essentially carnal beings, and had a voracious appetite for both meat and sex.
He traveled, looking for His slave. There were many being offered up for sale in the larger cities, but He wasn't interested in that "tail between the legs" already-broken-in look. He searched forests, woods, cities, slums, far and wide. He found packs that had all but given up their human side, especially in the Black Forest of Germany. In the big cities were the human side to the same coin; Gangs. There were thieves, murderers, and prostitutes, all struggling to survive.
In general, society had looked more favorably on His kind than on hers- with one exception: The entertainment industry. Werewolves could take unspeakable amounts of abuse, show it, and recover without any distinguishing marks or scars. This made acting, fights, sports, and special effects more realistic and brutal.
She was in a street market, buying fruit and looking at jewelry. Her burdens weren't overly large, but were heavy enough that most women (if alone) would be heading home instead of browsing. If they had no one to carry packages, most women would browse first, and make their purchases later.
She didn't fidget or shift her weight, He noted. No tattoos, glasses, or piercings; Another sign of what He was looking for. If it wasn't kept in constantly, or was taken out even for a few seconds to change styles, pierced ears would heal shut and have to be re-pierced every single time. To get around this, most piercings were made "permanent," which meant a full circle would be put into the earlobe, and to change earrings it would have to be ripped out. A less common and more expensive solution that they had come up with, clever bastards, was to sharpen the point on the straight ones. Then changing an earring could be done more publicly with little notice.
She avoided the silver jewelry as well. Even though the color would suit her appearance, she wore gold. He would have her wearing silver sooner that she could ever imagine. She had no visible scars, freckles, or moles. He had mistaken a young, innocent girl with her kind for a few days during His search, but this time He was certain. Instinct told Him, perhaps, but this was His slave. He could feel it very strongly, this girl would be His puppy very soon. After she moved on to another stall, He stepped up and bought her a very special gift to remember the moment He first saw her. A silver anklet.
Silver keeps a werewolf from shifting out of their human form, even in the direct rays of the full moon, and saps their animal strength. If used as a way to cause harm, silver causes wounds to heal much slower than normal, and will scar. If heated and used as a brand, the scar will last forever unless the skin is completely cut off and allowed to re-heal.
It was pitch black again. He kept her in maiden form with the anklet. This made her eyesight useless in the dark. He preferred the dark because He could see, and He loved keeping her vulnerable. It forced her to learn the castle blind so that if anyone with malevolent intentions did attempt to cause problems for them, she would be ready. Occasionally He would allow her to light candles and see for a night. Tonight was not mercy night. In fact, it turned out to be the opposite. She turned a corner and He dropped down on top of her from above. She saw His face for an instant, and instinctively dropped down to all fours to protect herself. She made it three paces before He was on her and then she was bent backward over some random piece of furniture that she didn't even recognize. He fed on her until she was weak from the blood loss, greedily taking much more than He needed. It turned out not to be an indulgence, but a calculated strategy. After the prolonged feeding, He grabbed her ankle, His hand pushing her anklet deep into her skin until the blood ran freely. He allowed her full permission to struggle as He beat her. "You won't be sitting on your right side tomorrow," He told her pulling His arm back for another broad swing. He beat her black, blue and bloody. He commanded her "Stay." and went for another tool to use on her. She hissed at Him, fighting His will mentally and failing. The worst part was being forced to stay while He took His sweet time preparing His "toys" for torture right in front of her. He willed her to stay again as He continued His work of art on her body.
He starts off with a vision of breaking her, putting her into that resisting mindset on purpose.
I would tell you to do something degrading, that I knew you would refuse to do.
Like what?
I would tell you to sweep the floor with your hands, on your hands and knees. Then, I would chain you to a wall when you refused, and I would whip your tits and chest. (He begins pinching my breasts around and on my nipples while fucking me.) Every time I hit you, I would ask you "Will you obey Me now?" You won't wear me out, I won't break first from the strain of it. All I have to do is leave you here, I'm not going to get tired of it. There's no end to the torture if you resist. You're just going to get weaker and weaker the more I put you through until you obey. Eventually, you're so weak that you aren't supporting your weight. I undo the chains, and you fall to the floor. Then I'd hand you a dustpan and tell you to get to work since you're already on the floor... where you belong.
-I growl- and resist the sex at that last sentence, but He makes that nuh uh noise and holds me in position.
Are you enjoying this? You like that, don't you, bitch? (He continues fucking me.)
I respond in a startled voice,"What? No!" but I'm gasping for breath.
(He begins to feed on me) Then why are you so wet?
Maybe it's the blood from how much you're hurting me
(He grabs my hair and jerks my head back, hard) Don't lie to me, little girl. One of the bonuses of being a vampire is that I can smell blood a mile away. If you lie to me again, I'll throw your lifeless body out with the trash, like old clothing. Do you want that? (Shakes my head roughly like a toy) Answer Me!
no...
Then tell Me the truth! Why are you so wet? Is it because you like it?
(After much hair-pulling rough fucking, and elbows pushed into the back) yes. (in a defeated voice)
Say that you like it.
I like it.
Say that you like being fucked from behind like a little bitch, puppy.
I like... (breaks off in a gasp) I can't!
I'm going to suck you dry and keep fucking you until you die, and you're STILL getting wetter. So say it. All together, in one breath.
(I growl, and take a deep breath) I like being fucked from behind like a little bitch. (Gasps, barely able to breathe much less speak with my hair pulled so tight during sex)
Again, but address me as Master at the end this time.
I like being fucked from behind like a little bitch, Master.
Put your head down, and your knees up to your chest.
(I do as I'm told)
(He covers my entire body with a blanket, even my head, and then uncovers my ass.)
Do you know why only your ass is uncovered?
(I sigh, knowing that whatever comes next is going to be an insult to me.) No, why?
Because that's the only part of you that's useful or worth a damn to Me right now.
Get on your back. (and hand Me a condom)
(Rolled over, grabbed a condom)
Do you like it?
It hurts.
Did you expect it to tickle? I know you like it, you want to howl, I can see it in your face - Don't you?
Yes
Yes what?
Yes, Master.
You're just my little puppy, aren't you?
If I'm a dog, what does that make you?
Your Master. (He yanks on my hair again as He says this, making me yelp.)
Please please, may I come?
Yes. (As soon as I release) Good girl (He comes.)
He fucked her hard. "You won't come until I'm through with you."
"But Master, please!"
"What?"
"If I don't come until You're through with me, You'll be done, and I won't get to."
"You don't think I'll take care of you? Then tell Me this, do you deserve to come?
"No, Master"
The "Master" was hurriedly added, she'd been forgetting lately and He told her that if she forgot to use His title one more time, He would be through with her. He had taken away her sight as punishment. "It's a good thing you heal fast," He had told her after He'd done it.
"Come"
She lay beside Him on His triple-kink-size bed in the Master Suite bedroom of His castle. This was her reward for being a good girl for her Master. Not only had she met His expectations of her for the day, but she had taken the physical abuse He had poured onto her body without making a sound. She had absorbed His hate, anger, and frustration without complaint until He had nothing left. For that, He was rewarding her. He gave her dreams of being a princess in His castle. Every now and then, He would lean in and just sink His teeth in long enough to get them wet, and to maintain the vision. The dream was to help her sleep through all the pain He'd just caused, because with it, He could make certain that she didn't hurt. If she were to open her eyes, she wouldn't see anything but black shadows, because He'd taken her sight again, but this time mentally. The blankets were soft and warm against her naked body. She slept well curled up in her Master's bed, in His arms.
She sleeps, and for a night she feels as if she is a princess in a castle, with a warm comfortable bed, and all the things she could ever want. Then she wakes, and again she is only a slave, given a nights rest and dreams in her Master's bed. She slips silently out of His bed, shivering as the pads of her bare feet touch the cold marble floor. Somehow she can't bring herself to feel disappointed that it wasn't real. She still feels warm, safe, and loved, and is holding on to that as much as she can, but dreading that it will return to the way it was before she went to sleep. The pain from the torture of the night before is back. It's healing, and then pain and itching will fade soon, but until then it's a constant reminder of her place:
a toy, a food source, and a guard dog, nothing more.
So now he stood, watching His forest. He decided to take a trip. His area boasted no looks, no intelligence, no women who suited His unique needs. No more humans. Too quickly did they become babbling zombies, useless and boring. What He really wanted- no needed- was a challenge to work on, and that would require a creature with a much higher pain threshold. In layman's terms, He needed a werewolf. It didn't hurt that werewolves were essentially carnal beings, and had a voracious appetite for both meat and sex.
He traveled, looking for His slave. There were many being offered up for sale in the larger cities, but He wasn't interested in that "tail between the legs" already-broken-in look. He searched forests, woods, cities, slums, far and wide. He found packs that had all but given up their human side, especially in the Black Forest of Germany. In the big cities were the human side to the same coin; Gangs. There were thieves, murderers, and prostitutes, all struggling to survive.
In general, society had looked more favorably on His kind than on hers- with one exception: The entertainment industry. Werewolves could take unspeakable amounts of abuse, show it, and recover without any distinguishing marks or scars. This made acting, fights, sports, and special effects more realistic and brutal.
She was in a street market, buying fruit and looking at jewelry. Her burdens weren't overly large, but were heavy enough that most women (if alone) would be heading home instead of browsing. If they had no one to carry packages, most women would browse first, and make their purchases later.
She didn't fidget or shift her weight, He noted. No tattoos, glasses, or piercings; Another sign of what He was looking for. If it wasn't kept in constantly, or was taken out even for a few seconds to change styles, pierced ears would heal shut and have to be re-pierced every single time. To get around this, most piercings were made "permanent," which meant a full circle would be put into the earlobe, and to change earrings it would have to be ripped out. A less common and more expensive solution that they had come up with, clever bastards, was to sharpen the point on the straight ones. Then changing an earring could be done more publicly with little notice.
She avoided the silver jewelry as well. Even though the color would suit her appearance, she wore gold. He would have her wearing silver sooner that she could ever imagine. She had no visible scars, freckles, or moles. He had mistaken a young, innocent girl with her kind for a few days during His search, but this time He was certain. Instinct told Him, perhaps, but this was His slave. He could feel it very strongly, this girl would be His puppy very soon. After she moved on to another stall, He stepped up and bought her a very special gift to remember the moment He first saw her. A silver anklet.
Silver keeps a werewolf from shifting out of their human form, even in the direct rays of the full moon, and saps their animal strength. If used as a way to cause harm, silver causes wounds to heal much slower than normal, and will scar. If heated and used as a brand, the scar will last forever unless the skin is completely cut off and allowed to re-heal.
It was pitch black again. He kept her in maiden form with the anklet. This made her eyesight useless in the dark. He preferred the dark because He could see, and He loved keeping her vulnerable. It forced her to learn the castle blind so that if anyone with malevolent intentions did attempt to cause problems for them, she would be ready. Occasionally He would allow her to light candles and see for a night. Tonight was not mercy night. In fact, it turned out to be the opposite. She turned a corner and He dropped down on top of her from above. She saw His face for an instant, and instinctively dropped down to all fours to protect herself. She made it three paces before He was on her and then she was bent backward over some random piece of furniture that she didn't even recognize. He fed on her until she was weak from the blood loss, greedily taking much more than He needed. It turned out not to be an indulgence, but a calculated strategy. After the prolonged feeding, He grabbed her ankle, His hand pushing her anklet deep into her skin until the blood ran freely. He allowed her full permission to struggle as He beat her. "You won't be sitting on your right side tomorrow," He told her pulling His arm back for another broad swing. He beat her black, blue and bloody. He commanded her "Stay." and went for another tool to use on her. She hissed at Him, fighting His will mentally and failing. The worst part was being forced to stay while He took His sweet time preparing His "toys" for torture right in front of her. He willed her to stay again as He continued His work of art on her body.
He starts off with a vision of breaking her, putting her into that resisting mindset on purpose.
I would tell you to do something degrading, that I knew you would refuse to do.
Like what?
I would tell you to sweep the floor with your hands, on your hands and knees. Then, I would chain you to a wall when you refused, and I would whip your tits and chest. (He begins pinching my breasts around and on my nipples while fucking me.) Every time I hit you, I would ask you "Will you obey Me now?" You won't wear me out, I won't break first from the strain of it. All I have to do is leave you here, I'm not going to get tired of it. There's no end to the torture if you resist. You're just going to get weaker and weaker the more I put you through until you obey. Eventually, you're so weak that you aren't supporting your weight. I undo the chains, and you fall to the floor. Then I'd hand you a dustpan and tell you to get to work since you're already on the floor... where you belong.
-I growl- and resist the sex at that last sentence, but He makes that nuh uh noise and holds me in position.
Are you enjoying this? You like that, don't you, bitch? (He continues fucking me.)
I respond in a startled voice,"What? No!" but I'm gasping for breath.
(He begins to feed on me) Then why are you so wet?
Maybe it's the blood from how much you're hurting me
(He grabs my hair and jerks my head back, hard) Don't lie to me, little girl. One of the bonuses of being a vampire is that I can smell blood a mile away. If you lie to me again, I'll throw your lifeless body out with the trash, like old clothing. Do you want that? (Shakes my head roughly like a toy) Answer Me!
no...
Then tell Me the truth! Why are you so wet? Is it because you like it?
(After much hair-pulling rough fucking, and elbows pushed into the back) yes. (in a defeated voice)
Say that you like it.
I like it.
Say that you like being fucked from behind like a little bitch, puppy.
I like... (breaks off in a gasp) I can't!
I'm going to suck you dry and keep fucking you until you die, and you're STILL getting wetter. So say it. All together, in one breath.
(I growl, and take a deep breath) I like being fucked from behind like a little bitch. (Gasps, barely able to breathe much less speak with my hair pulled so tight during sex)
Again, but address me as Master at the end this time.
I like being fucked from behind like a little bitch, Master.
Put your head down, and your knees up to your chest.
(I do as I'm told)
(He covers my entire body with a blanket, even my head, and then uncovers my ass.)
Do you know why only your ass is uncovered?
(I sigh, knowing that whatever comes next is going to be an insult to me.) No, why?
Because that's the only part of you that's useful or worth a damn to Me right now.
Get on your back. (and hand Me a condom)
(Rolled over, grabbed a condom)
Do you like it?
It hurts.
Did you expect it to tickle? I know you like it, you want to howl, I can see it in your face - Don't you?
Yes
Yes what?
Yes, Master.
You're just my little puppy, aren't you?
If I'm a dog, what does that make you?
Your Master. (He yanks on my hair again as He says this, making me yelp.)
Please please, may I come?
Yes. (As soon as I release) Good girl (He comes.)
He fucked her hard. "You won't come until I'm through with you."
"But Master, please!"
"What?"
"If I don't come until You're through with me, You'll be done, and I won't get to."
"You don't think I'll take care of you? Then tell Me this, do you deserve to come?
"No, Master"
The "Master" was hurriedly added, she'd been forgetting lately and He told her that if she forgot to use His title one more time, He would be through with her. He had taken away her sight as punishment. "It's a good thing you heal fast," He had told her after He'd done it.
"Come"
She lay beside Him on His triple-kink-size bed in the Master Suite bedroom of His castle. This was her reward for being a good girl for her Master. Not only had she met His expectations of her for the day, but she had taken the physical abuse He had poured onto her body without making a sound. She had absorbed His hate, anger, and frustration without complaint until He had nothing left. For that, He was rewarding her. He gave her dreams of being a princess in His castle. Every now and then, He would lean in and just sink His teeth in long enough to get them wet, and to maintain the vision. The dream was to help her sleep through all the pain He'd just caused, because with it, He could make certain that she didn't hurt. If she were to open her eyes, she wouldn't see anything but black shadows, because He'd taken her sight again, but this time mentally. The blankets were soft and warm against her naked body. She slept well curled up in her Master's bed, in His arms.
She sleeps, and for a night she feels as if she is a princess in a castle, with a warm comfortable bed, and all the things she could ever want. Then she wakes, and again she is only a slave, given a nights rest and dreams in her Master's bed. She slips silently out of His bed, shivering as the pads of her bare feet touch the cold marble floor. Somehow she can't bring herself to feel disappointed that it wasn't real. She still feels warm, safe, and loved, and is holding on to that as much as she can, but dreading that it will return to the way it was before she went to sleep. The pain from the torture of the night before is back. It's healing, and then pain and itching will fade soon, but until then it's a constant reminder of her place:
a toy, a food source, and a guard dog, nothing more.
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